Seriously. Anyone Would Think I’m Deliberately Starting Arguments In Restaurants Just To Have Something To Blog About…

Last night Sal and I were both struck by a sudden desire for some good fish, so we met after work outside the tube at Angel and wandered down to the lovely looking fish restaurant just down St John’s Street that we had passed a number of times and always intended to visit: The Fish ...

A Short Map of Nearly Everything

Just a quick one to say that I have finally got round to starting to read Bill Bryson’s excellent A Short History of Nearly Everything, which I was actually bought as a birthday present last year. Anyway, it is very good and I can’t believe it has taken me so long to get round to ...

The Rules of Rock and Roll: #247

I saw a classic example of the rules of rock in effect this week. There’s a pretty standard trick that bands tend to pull when arranging tours. The logic goes something along the lines that, if you can probably fill a venue three times, you book it for just two nights, thus ensuring that demand ...

How To Dismantle A Compact Disc

If I didn’t know better, I’d swear it was a new (and actually effective) anti-piracy measure: the dodgy copy of the new U2 album that I’ve been listening to for the last couple of weeks has just started to disintegrate: it started by just skipping, but then I took the disc out of the machine ...

(Not) Paying For An Argument

Earlier in the week Sal and I happened to watch a new BBC show about food that raised an interesting question: what does it take for British people to complain in a restaurant. The show addressed this in the way that TV tends to do these days, by throwing hidden cameras at the question, and ...

Doing a Damien Rice

A couple of weeks ago I booked tickets to see a band about which I knew very little, beyond the fact that they were big down under, so to speak. This may have proved to be a mistake: I think Sal summed it up best when she described the John Butler Trio, who we saw ...

Bad Decision

Sal and I popped up to Southport this weekend to spend a quiet, relaxing couple of days staying with my parents. Well, it was a relaxing weekend, just as soon as we managed to get there: We’d taken the environmentally dubious decision to avoid Richard Branson’s Train Hell, and instead take advantage of the short ...

Nah Nah Nah. I can’t hear you…

I think the only way to really come to terms with what has happened is to pretend it didn’t happen. Go on, ask me who won the election? Go on…. You: So, Matt, who won the election? Me: No, sorry, I have absolutely no idea. Was it Howard Dean? Anyway. I’ve been working on my ...

Four More Years

And so, with a crushing inevitability, (barring some kind of miracle in Ohio), it looks like four more years of isolationist, neo-conservative rule in the US. On the one hand, this is a matter for the American people, and, if that is what they want, who am I to argue with their right to screw ...

Ill Repute

There are many things I have failed to do so far in my 27 years on this planet, but probably should have got round to doing by now. One example is the fact that I’ve never been in a betting shop. It’s not because I hold any sort of moral objections to gambling, more just ...